She play on,
Your weakness,
Telling you,
Just a bunch,
Of lies,
And you believe,
Her,
Tell me,
What kind,
Of love,
Is that,
Cause that,
Don't sound,
Like love,
That sound,
More like,
A dictatorship,
You have the,
Right to obey,
Her every,
Whim,
The right too,
Follow,
The crowd,
And must of all,
The right to be,
Miserable,
It pains me,
To see you,
This way,
You were born,
Free,
Even when you,
Were in prison,
By the man,
You never lost,
Your wings,
But now,
Your wings,
Have been cut,
And you become,
A prisoner,
To yet other,
Jailer,
In the shape,
Of lover
By: Victoria Santizo
This poem describes...... Someone I know that allows their partner to separate them from their family. Ever weakness the person has is exploited simply cause the person hate to lose.